It's been awhile since I've taken a stand on something like this because normally, I just don't have the energy. This time however, I'll make an exception because this drives me crazy.  I mean this with the utmost love and respect but the Autism community is  fickle and petty.  Of course this doesn't apply to everyone but in general, it's a pretty fair observation.  We spend so much time splitting hairs, arguing over semantics and judging others for their personal thoughts and opinions. This really needs to stop because all it does is drive a wedge between people who should be working together.  Here are a few example of terminology that ruffles people's feathers: With Autism vs Has Autism Autism vs Autistic Obsession vs Hobby I've been called out many…

I took a peak at the server logs today. I haven't looked at them yet for The Autism Dad blog. Frankly, the only numbers I've been focusing on is the ad revenue, which is what keeps my sites online and helps me support my family. When I checked the server logs, this is what I found.  The numbers are broken up between viewed and not viewed traffic. Viewed is when someone actually viewed something from my blog and not viewed are things like bots or crawlers.     There have been over 1,000,000 viewable hits to the site for the month of August and over 220,000 page views. There have been just under 50,000 visits for the month with roughly 9,200 unique visitors. 😊 I was worried that making the move from…

There comes a point in my journey as a special needs parent, where I truly find myself in a place where I don't know what to do. I've found myself in one such place and I don't know what to do.  Gavin is reaching a point where in many cases, it's think to breathe.  God love him because he tries so hard but some of things he does just makes me want to scream. Here's something that happened yesterday that had me wanting to literally be able to climb inside his head and experience his thought process because I'm at a complete loss.    Gavin's been having serious bladder issues and the medication that's supposed to help, isn't.  There has always been a rule in the house that significantly limited…

As I'm laying in bed at night, sorta pondering the day I just finished up, I have these grandiose plans for the following day. All these things that I'm going to accomplish, like laundry, cleaning the bathroom or simply making the needed phone calls that are on my list of to-dos.. It seems so possible for those things to be tackled the following day and I feel a surge of motivation.  When the following morning arrives, I usually haven't slept well and I can't for the life of me figure out where the previous nights motivation has run off to.  That pile of laundry that I was totally talking shit to the night before, is just way too intimidating now and that bathroom I swore to myself I would scrub…